He touched it, surprised by his own boldness. He touched Greg's thigh in that dark movie theater, where only the scenes on the screen gave the room a glow. He touched him and felt his heart go up to his throat for fear that they would be caught.
"No... not here..." he said withdrawing his hand quickly.
Was Greg disappointed? Maybe. David couldn't make that out in his face, hidden in the semi-darkness. However, he sensed that Greg's hand had lost its firmness.
"Don't you want me?" Greg finally asked him.
"I want to, but... not here."
"I don't want to wait."
"Then let's go."
"And the movie?"
"I prefer the alternative," confessed David quickly getting his pants in order.
He didn't have to repeat it. Greg was just getting up. Shit, he was in a hurry. There was something insanely exciting about a man wanting David so badly.
